My mother sat numbly on the hospital bed, her head wrapped in bandages. Around her, the other patients had their children by their sides, softly comforting their wounded parents.

But my mother sat alone, her vacant eyes fixed on the scenes of filial affection around her.

Audrey took care of everything for her and then went to speak with the doctor.

Curious, someone approached my mother and asked, “Is that young man your son?”

“No, he’s my daughter’s boyfriend…” she responded.

The person smiled and said, “Why didn’t your daughter come? Her boyfriend seems really nice, handsome, and he’s good to you…”

As she listened, my mother’s expression grew darker...